My daily habits include keeping on as a wife, as a mom, as a writer, as a furparent, as a wannabe-gardener, and the other roles I seem to have taken on. It’s relentless toiling until it’s too much and I get sick so I have to rest, or I feel myself getting sick and I try to preempt it (usually unsuccessfully) with some laughably superficial and scanty rest. Every now and then, often after an extra-hairy episode, I treat myself to some me-time, like a mini read-athon, a pep rally with my plants, a book or plant shopping spree, a bake-off involving cinnamon rolls or apple pie, a creative session involving crafts I’m only mediocre at…
I guess I was ranting instead of listing my daily habits. Anyway, enough of that.
I’d like to invite you to read my stuff on Medium. Here’s the friend link (it should allow you to read the entire thing – let me know if it doesn’t work) to my latest piece:
I’d also like to invite you to read my stories on Kindle (.99USD to buy and free for Kindle Unlimited users). Just click the cover image to get to the Amazon page. I would be so grateful. ❤
Lichen shamelessly stared at a boy, making him uncomfortable and ultimately driving him out of the shop. Uncaring of what anybody thought, she went after him and chased him down.
Were the answers she had desperately been seeking finally within reach?
Almost a decade ago, Lichen’s seven-year-old brother had disappeared without a trace, a tragedy that seemingly only she had cared about.
Could it really be Cedar after all these years? And was she prepared to find out what secrets had been hiding behind the little boy’s limpid silver eyes?
Lichen was determined not only to learn the truth, but to get her brother back as well.
Descendant of the infamous Yerbabuena gypsies and reluctant crone nominee Esme Finklestein woke to an ominous morning a couple of days before her seventieth birthday.
The sense of foreboding only grew stronger as the day progressed. This was reinforced by the appearance of strangers who possibly posed a threat on a beloved island family.
These new arrivals may unwittingly provide the answer to the almost century-old mystery surrounding Carolina Yerbabuena’s death and the curse she had left behind.
Does Esme have the power to neutralize the threat and circumvent multiple impending complications? Was it even her place to do so? Was she really even supposed to be where she was? Did it matter? All these simply meant there was no way Esme would be turning seventy in peace.
Dominated by the need to keep her coffee shop out of the red, Taci Terman has only made room for a pseudo-relationship in her life. Lucky for her, it’s with the dishy high school art teacher Alejandro Alberti. Unlucky for her, she realizes that her feelings are very real for the non-boyfriend she’s almost dating.
Not only won’t Ale commit to a real date, his air of mystery keeps Taci’s relationship hopes and dreams at bay. Finally, his secrets called him away from their small town. It’s supposedly temporary, but Taci fears he’s never coming back.
Is she ever going to find out what the real score is with Ale? Or should she just, once and for all, ditch their so-called nightly dates in favor of real ones with someone who can actually be with her?
This Small Life 